Mother
My dear old mother
God rest her soul
Way up in the heavens
Now surely a holy saint
‘Cause when she was alive
She was kind to a fault
Had the biggest heart
Of anyone you’d seen
She would bake a million
Cakes ‘n pies of every sort
And people from miles around
Would line up at her door
And she was so shrewd
Fed a family of six on a dime
Could stretch a dollar
Like nobody’s business
She learned to play poker
Became the best I’d ever seen
Had only one vice, poor Mom
When she’d dip into the gin
That’s why to this day
I’ll never turn down
A Beefeater or Tangueray
In her honour, chin chin
Mom I love you
And I miss you,
Bottoms up !
Submitted on February 15, 2018 for contest GIN IN THE MORNING sponsored by JULIA WARD - RANKED 5TH
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